Ruan Shiyan slapped her forehead suddenly.

But before he could take this hand down, he was dragged down by Song Zehan and replaced by his palm.

The dry, warm palm rubbed her forehead several times, and when he put it down, he gave her a warning look.

It's like blaming her for hurting herself.

Ruan Shiyan looked stunned, and it took a few seconds to come back to her senses.

"No, wait a minute, I can't pat myself on the forehead?"

Song Zehan looked disagreeable, and wanted to refute, but he didn't have his mobile phone with him, and he didn't bring a pen with him.

After a while, with an idea, he stretched out his long arm and took the book directly from the bookshelf behind him and opened it in front of Ruan Shiyan.

Then he grabbed one of her fingers and found two words that appeared frequently every day from the content, forming a word.

- Mine.

Ruan Shiyan's breathing stagnated, and her heartbeat suddenly missed half a beat.

How could this man always have so many strange ways to convey to her what he wanted to say?

She's still weird.

But...... His? What do you mean?

"You're trying to say that I hit you on the forehead, so you can't?"

Song Zehan was very satisfied with Ruan Shiyan's ability to understand, and nodded his head in affirmation.

But Ruan Shiyan was a little speechless by him.

"This forehead has been with me since I was born, and it's been twenty years, how did it become yours?"

Song Zehan raised his eyebrows disappreciatively, holding her fingers and continuing to search for words on the page.

But after looking for a long time, he made up an unreasonable sentence that Ruan Shiyan couldn't refute.

- You're all mine, how much more about it?

This man is really ......

"Then your forehead is mine, huh? I can just hit it, right? ”

Song Zehan nodded in agreement.

Ruan Shiyan snorted sullenly, immediately bent her fingers, and decisively flicked a brain on Song Zehan's forehead.

"Smack-" sounded, crisp and loud, and she felt a little painful when she heard it.

But Song Zehan still didn't change his face.

If she hadn't watched him raise his middle finger to her lips and blow earnestly, she would have suspected that nothing had happened just now.

Ruan Shiyan withdrew her fingers in shame and annoyance, and waited for Song Zehan angrily.

"That's my forehead, you said you could hit me casually, why do you want to stop me?"

Song Zehan was noncommittal, grabbed her right hand and raised it to the middle of the two people.

The moment their eyes met, Ruan Shiyan understood what his eyes wanted to express.

His forehead was hers, and she could hit it as she pleased, but in the same way, her hand was his, so he was reluctant.

Ruan Shiyan: "......"

God, you saw that the past ten years before me were too hard, and no one hurt, so I specially sent a husband who hurt people too much?!

Ruan Shiyan couldn't help but wail in her heart.

If you want to say it's not good, what's wrong with being hurt by your husband?

But if you say yes, she always feels ...... It's a little uncomfortable.

Maybe it's because of the lack of memories of the past three years, there is no transition, and the contrast between life before and after is too great, and she hasn't fully adapted to it for a while.

Ruan Shiyan coughed lightly, avoided Song Zehan's gaze, and brushed her hair behind her ears.

When Yu Guang saw the blank paper that was put aside, he slowly remembered the real purpose of Song Zehan calling her over.

This man...... It's true, obviously I'm still angry just now, just have a problem with her forehead for a while?

Forget it, she's better to fight for a "leniency".

"Ahem-I didn't intend to hide Lu Yiyan's incident from you, but yesterday's accident was so sudden that I didn't think about it for a while, so I ...... I forgot to tell you. ”。

"But how do you know? What did Lu Yiyan say to you? He's not going to force you to call him brother, is he? ”